Veruca Salt, the little brute / Has just gone down the garbage chute / And she will meet as she descends / A rather different set of friends / A rather different set of friends / A rather different set of friends / A fish head for example cut / This morning from a halibut / An oyster from an oyster stew / A steak that no-one else would chew / And lots of other things as well / Each with its rather horrid smell / These are Veruca's newfound friends / That she will meet as she descends / These are Veruca's newfound friends / Who went and spoiled her / Who indeed? Who pandered to her every need? / Who turned her into such a brat? / Who are the culprits, who did that? / The guilty ones - now this is sad / Are dear old mum and loving dad.

Joseph Dunn: I thought maybe because you're my dad... I thought I might be like you... I'm not like you...David Dunn: You are like me. We can both get hurt. I'm just an ordinary man.Joseph Dunn: No, you're not... Why do you keep saying that?

Which is why my father made this war upon the Turks. My father, Mr Lawrence, not the English. But my father is old and I... I long for the vanished gardens of Cordoba. However, before the gardens must come the fighting.

Topper Harley: We both know you belong with Dexter. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. I'm no good at being noble, but... do you have any idea what would happen if you stay here with me?Ramada Rodham Hayman: Of course I do. Sex. Wild, free, passionate, unbridled sex. I would fondle you in ways you can't imagine. I would pleasure you at any time, in any place, in any way, for as long as you could possibly desire.

Steven Kovacs: What are you doing?Chip Douglas: I'm just talking trash.Steven Kovacs: You ruined the game.Chip Douglas: I don't appreciate your tone, Steve. Friends aren't supposed to talk to each other that way...Steven Kovacs: What are you talking about? We're not friends. I don't even know you.Chip Douglas: Well let's change that. Let me buy you a Heineken.

Ferguson: [as Julie reaches into her bra for a hidden handcuff key] What you got an itch? I'd love to scratch it.Julie Mott: [gives Ferguson the finger] Scratch this, okay?Ferguson: Yeah I'll scratch anything you want to you blue-eyed bitch.Julie Mott: Did you go to college?